[center][hr][hr] [h1][color=khaki]Freya[/color] and [color=BCC127]Renard[/color][/h1] [hr][hr] [/center] Renard coughed and grunted as he slowly moved from the spot that he landed after being thrown threw a brick wall. He cracked open his eyes, seeing stars as he did. He thought she was gunna be fast...not insanely powerful strengthwise as well. He could feel his body screaming in pain, from the cuts that covered his face and arms from the glass, and the massive brusing from being thrown through a bloody wall. He tried to get up, only managing to get to his knees, and groaning like an old man getting up from the ground. He heard some yelling from outside in the courtyard. Looking up he saw Freya ontop of the villians back. Yelling at her and then to him Telling him to go. [color=BCC127]"No.. NO Freya! [/color] he called out. [color=BCC127]"You get out of here! Your parents willl kill me if I let you get hurt! STOP IT!" [/color] He grunted as he tried to get up and move towards the door. Only to fall once again face first. Renard winced as the glass in his arms cut deeper after the fall, along with falling onto sharp rocks from when he broke through the wall. He felt a warm thick liquid below him. His eyes closed he slowly pushed himself up. His body straining after that beating. His body hot from the charge that had been building up. When he fully extended his arms, he pulled a knee up and took a moment to try and catch his breath and force the pain from his mind. He Opened his left eye as his right was covered in the liquid and the hot blood coming from his own wounds. His breath froze as he saw what that liquid was… blood. As well as the body it came from. His body began to shake as he started to grow more afraid. As he looked down at his blood soaked hands he winced as he felt a phantom pain running through the scar on his face. To him, his hands seemed to flash between his own, and a much smaller version. Both equally covered in hot blood. Screams echoed in his head. [i] Looking up he saw his mother lying on the ground, propped up against the couch in their living room back in Japan. Despite the blood that was sleeping through the bathroom towels on her stomach, she was looking worried at him. She pulled him closer and grabbed one of the lesser stained towels and pressed it to his face to stop the bleeding coming from his own fresh gash. With teary eyes she said softly [color=00aeef]“Are you ok Ren?” [/color] Looking down at her wound which was far worse than his, she pulled his head up to lock her eyes with his. He nodded, his own tears coming from his eyes. Out of fear, pain, and uncertainty. [/i] Tears started to stream down his own eyes as he closed them. His breath was shaky as the repressed memory started flowing back to him. He could hear Freya struggling with the murderous woman. He tried to push himself up but he couldn’t seem to find the strength… He had to protect her… [i] [color=00aeef]”You were so brave...”[/color] She whispered. Her tears falling freely… She pulled him in and gave him the tightest comforting hug only mother could give. Renard closed his own eyes trying to push out the pain and the scene of blood that was around them. Taking in a deep breath he could smell her lavender perfume.There was nothing else he could do... [/i] Freya yelped as the villain flung her, slamming her against a wall. She landed in the debris, gritting her teeth as the rubble left cuts on her arms and legs. When the room stopped lurching around her, she stared in horror. Unmoving forms of guards lay sprawled across the floor, and in the middle knelt Renard, shaking as if in the grip of a panic attack. [color=khaki]"Renard...?"[/color] Crawling out of the rubble, she moved towards him. Renards eyes opened, despite the pain of the blood seeping into them, and the blood mixing with his tears. He heard Freya yelp once again, and heard a thud of her being thrown to the ground. He didn't realize she said his name. He only saw the villian walking towards them. But he didn't see the girl, but a large dark figure with claws drippiing with fresh blood...his mothers murderer. A sharp shock of terror flooded over him. [i][center][color=00aeef]“Continue to be brave...my....[/color][/center][/i] The terror washed away with anger as he roared a wordless yell, pushing the pain away as he literally bolted from his kneeling position towards the figure. He surprised her enough to land his first blow, a hard right punch to the face, knocking her back a bit. He didn't give her time to breath as he followed up with more punches, ducking and weaving as she tried to counter with her own attacks. His eyes wild with each strike. Till he had enough and ducked a counter swing one last time allowed his charge to be focused in a powerful kick, sending a large amount of volts down his leg and as he swung it up and planted his foot into her chest, the force of the kick and the 'kick' of the shock he gave her sent her flying backwards and into the same wall Enterpise blew open at the beginning of the fight. He started to breath heavily now as he stood there, the same wild look in his eyes as he started to limp over to her. That one shock took most of the charge out of him. He grunted and gripped his leg, falling forward onto his knees and let out a yell of pain. He didn't' move from where he fell, but he glared over to where the villain was. Still covered in the blood he fell in, as well as his own, pieces of glass still in his face and arms. Dazed from the physical and emotional blows - they'd been too late, people had [i]died[/i] here - Freya steadied herself. Seeing Renard fight back, the first thing she felt was relief. Then, she noticed that manic look in his eyes as he unleashed punch after punch, before blasting the villain out of the hallway with a supercharged kick. Without a second thought, she rushed after him, crouching beside him as he fell to the ground. [color=khaki]"Renard, are you alright?"[/color] Her voice shook. Of course he wasn't, but she had to try to help somehow. Holding out a hand, she looked him in the eyes to get his attention. Then, slowly, she gave his shoulder a comforting touch. A shock surged up her arm, knocking her away from him. Convulsing on the ground, she tried to stand up, only to fall back down as pain seared through her body. All she could do was stare at Renard, her face a rictus of agony and bewilderment. She hadn't expected him to be this far gone..